...two poems of old.

i don't know why... but at work today... suddenly two poems i read while still in my teens... sneak into my consciousness... these two poems were by dear old robert frost... i shall refrain from making any comments... just want you to share in my fond memories of them... and soak in their meanings...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ok... it's difficult to hold back and not spill out my thoughts... after all, the above poem is always close to my heart... i think i know what made me think about this poem... i'm again at a forked road... many forkroads in fact... i hate making decisions... and i hate having to choose... knowing that the choice not chosen will be one i would never ever know the outcome... no matter how far i try to see ahead... i can never actually determine what's beyond my sight... the hardest part is... there is no clear cut answer... both paths are well trodden... yet i gotta choose... and i realise there's no point in regrets... yeah, a few sighs now and then... memories they will be... but because i have chosen... that's the way i am... and that will shape what i am in the future...

oh... and this brings to my mind... a song that i love... which i heard yesterday over the radio on my way home... with exactly the same sentiments... here's over to bon jovi...

It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

so... what made me think about this second poem today... the same last two lines... obligations and responsibilities... i wish i can stop... the woods is paradoxical... it holds danger and the unknown... yet it's seductive... restful, lovely... but dark and deep... i wanna go there but i know i should not venture in... trust my instinct and intuition... sometimes things are not what they seem... a step in may not bring me back to the path... especially when i can't find my way in the fresh snow fall...